SOUL AND lIFE
By: Chan Mongol
Physically here and nothing to do;
So I stare, I look through the window!
Looking at trees and far to the far to empty spaces;
Soul got the liberty to go away for its voyages!
I like to stay away from city noises;
My life, my soul to decide my choices!
Deaths of loved ones often devastating me badly;
Why life on earth is so painful and temporary?
Body was developed to suffer and the life is the mystery;
Nobody with life is free and Buddha would have agreed with me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem